One and all bring me, in a little screw of paper, the noisy visitor just captured against the panes.
Thus do I fill my vivarium, which consists of a large, bell-shaped cage of wire-gauze, standing in an earthenware pan full of sand.

A mug containing honey is the dining-room of the establishment.

Here the captives come to recruit themselves in their hours of leisure.

To occupy their maternal cares, I employ small birds--Chaffinches, Linnets, Sparrows--brought down, in the enclosure, by my son's gun.
I have just served up a Linnet shot two days ago.

I next place in the cage a Bluebottle, one only, to avoid confusion.